[ He can feel Tony's eyes on him, and it's also too early in the game to need to spend as many seconds as he does looking at the board. But eventually, move made, he's got no choice but to heave a sigh and meet his gaze. ]
I'm the king of the assholes. What's there to talk about?
[ He holds Stephen's gaze for another moment before he relents, drops his attention back down to the board, gives him back the relative privacy of not being observed. Hands clasped loosely between his knees, he studies the pieces. ]
Someone has to be. Hate that it's you. But someone has to be.
no subject
[ He can feel Tony's eyes on him, and it's also too early in the game to need to spend as many seconds as he does looking at the board. But eventually, move made, he's got no choice but to heave a sigh and meet his gaze. ]
I'm the king of the assholes. What's there to talk about?
no subject
[ He holds Stephen's gaze for another moment before he relents, drops his attention back down to the board, gives him back the relative privacy of not being observed. Hands clasped loosely between his knees, he studies the pieces. ]
Someone has to be. Hate that it's you. But someone has to be.